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[Dean's sitting on the hood of the Impala, grease and sweat on his grey t-shirt and on his face, and a few other cars in surprisingly good condition can be seen parked up a short distance behind him. He's got a bandana wrapped and tied around his left bicep, and a small trickle of blood can be seen dried on his sweaty, dirty skin but it doesn't seem to be bothering him.]
So, I'm pretty damn awesome when it comes to fixin' rides. I'm restarting the old man's business here, I guess the old business for both the old guys, actually... [He shakes his head briefly.] Anyway, I can fix anything, Hell, I can take a car that's totalled and make her look mint. I'd bet money that there isn't a problem I can't fix on any road vehicle, so if you need anything fixed up, bring it down to Singer Auto Salvage. [He drums his fingertips on the hood of the Impala a little anxiously, though very few people would be able to truly spot it as a nervous response.] We're uh... just off the Business District. Follow the sign, it isn't hard to see.
We also trade in scrap metal and I'll buy junkers if you got 'em, but you gotta make it worth my time. The name's Dean Winchester, just call ahead if you're bringing something. If you can't get me, call my brother, Sam. He'll probably pick up. Don't just show up, it only takes a minute to call or text. If you just show up, you'll probably get shot at. [He shrugs a bit, grabs a bottle of beer and goes to shut it off, but not before a muffled addition comes.]
God damn normal jobs, being normal people, using my real name, makes me feel dirty...
((ooc: Business info here))
So, I'm pretty damn awesome when it comes to fixin' rides. I'm restarting the old man's business here, I guess the old business for both the old guys, actually... [He shakes his head briefly.] Anyway, I can fix anything, Hell, I can take a car that's totalled and make her look mint. I'd bet money that there isn't a problem I can't fix on any road vehicle, so if you need anything fixed up, bring it down to Singer Auto Salvage. [He drums his fingertips on the hood of the Impala a little anxiously, though very few people would be able to truly spot it as a nervous response.] We're uh... just off the Business District. Follow the sign, it isn't hard to see.
We also trade in scrap metal and I'll buy junkers if you got 'em, but you gotta make it worth my time. The name's Dean Winchester, just call ahead if you're bringing something. If you can't get me, call my brother, Sam. He'll probably pick up. Don't just show up, it only takes a minute to call or text. If you just show up, you'll probably get shot at. [He shrugs a bit, grabs a bottle of beer and goes to shut it off, but not before a muffled addition comes.]
God damn normal jobs, being normal people, using my real name, makes me feel dirty...
((ooc: Business info here))